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13 June 2009. Even gray sky, pulsed with light...
Saer again--his evocative description of Juan L. Ortiz--Juanele--a poet from Entre Ríos, whose narrow face, narrow arms, wash of high wavey hair, sitting with a book, or a cat--or both at the same time--on long and narrow bench, mate with bombilla, also narrrow. A natural motif, as if to understand the spread of waters, the river--el Río Paraná--"Father of the Sea"...
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